Dull: A Poem

Nothing but boredom.

Never leaves.

No travel, no movies,

No water parks.

Heck, never goes for a walk.

Books?

Too bored to read.

Balloons annoy him.

Parties attended,

only out of obligation.

At weddings, he only sits.

Never dancing.

He had two friends his whole life.

One left when the other died of boredom.

His name is Mr. Dull.

He attempts dating,

only to have boredom set in after five minutes.

He is the epitome of dull.

The spreader of the boredom disease.

This poem must end,

I’m bored with it.

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